Chapter 105 I Am Waiting for Someone, What Are You Waiting For?

Chapter 105 "I'm waiting for someone, what are you waiting for?"

Franklin grinned, and the pain in his left arm was slightly relieved.

"Feitan, he can't hold on any longer!"

"You don't need to tell me." Feitan slashed out with his "mind knife" again, forcing back Germain's counterattack, and smiled sinisterly, "I know!"

He is a "transformation type mind user", adjacent to the "enhancement type", and his strength and speed are better than Germain.

Now with Franklin's help, it is only a matter of time before Germain is seriously injured or killed.

As long as there is a small mistake, Germain will be doomed.

Feitan suppressed Germain happily, and was already thinking about how to torture him next.

Suddenly, the dangerous intuition he had developed over the years made him realize that something was wrong.

German reduced his offensive and was more defensive and counterattacked. Was he completely helpless, or was he brewing something?

He alone held out for several minutes under the fierce attack of Franklin and me, and even took the opportunity to cut off Franklin's left arm. His "manifested energy" has not decreased much until now.

This proves that his "energy" is much greater than ours.

Yes, this is the only place where he is better than me.

He wants to continue to fight, exhaust my "energy", and then fight back with all his strength.

The square that has been floating beside him is probably a "gas tank" similar to the gas tank in fighting games.

It has now filled "a section of the gas tank", but Germain has not used it. He must be waiting for the opportunity.

If I am killed or seriously injured by accident, he will still have a chance to win the battle with the one-armed Franklin!

Feitan thought about the key point clearly, and his eyes narrowed. He thought he had seen through Germain's idea, and his offensive became more fierce.

Anyway, he still has the "unforgivable sinner" to protect him, and his "mind knife" is more wild, only attacking, no defense.

Indeed, Germain's intention was not much different from Feitan's idea.

He was silently accumulating the "gas tank" to wait for the opportunity to give Feitan a fatal blow.

However, there was another reason for his waiting.

At this time, Franklin suddenly heard "Huh", and then shouted in surprise: "Feitan, something is wrong!"

Feitan's "mind knife" danced wildly, and the flames slashed out like a crescent moon, and was blocked by Germain's crow shield.

Hearing Franklin's shout, he looked up and looked around.

He took a look and understood why Franklin was so afraid.

It turned out that when they were fighting, the crowd on the entire street had basically escaped.

Instead, there were groups of white mists that surrounded them in the middle.

"Five minutes." Germain looked as if he had expected it, "Five minutes have passed since the encounter on the hill."

Feitan's thin eyebrows frowned again, and he realized that he had overlooked a key point, and his tone was cold.

"Hehe, so you have reinforcements nearby. But do you think I'm afraid? If they come one by one, one will die, just in time to make you face the reality."

German chose to remain silent and not argue with Feitan.

Instantly, more than a dozen black shadows emerged from the fog wall.

They jumped out and rushed to Franklin, who had a broken arm.

"Think I'm a soft persimmon?" Franklin laughed sinisterly, and the "one-armed machine gun" fired "mind bullets" bang bang bang, "Then come! Let's see who is the soft persimmon!"

The "mind bullets" pierced through the dozen young men with airplane heads, smashing them into pieces and turning them into wisps of smoke.

"Doppelganger? Phantom?" Franklin was stunned for a moment, realized that something was wrong, and retreated suddenly, "This is a trap!"

Before he could withdraw to a safe distance, two more figures rushed out from both sides of the fog wall behind Franklin, attacking from both sides!

Mo Laowu wielded a huge pipe and hammered at Franklin, hitting him in the back!

However, Franklin was strong and used "hard" to protect his back in time, so the pipe hammer only made him lose balance and fall forward.

"Damn it!" Franklin cursed.

And the oncoming fist was Nakulu's fist!

Nakulu punched Franklin in the face and knocked him to the ground.

Franklin fell to the ground, and his one-arm still made him a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't support his tall body for a while.

At the same time, he was a little surprised.

Because he didn't feel any pain when Nakulu punched him just now, only numbness.

When he was wondering, after a while, he saw a strange doll with a pair of small wings floating in front of him.

"Time is up, start calculating interest!"

The strange doll shouted loudly, and a string of numbers appeared on its forehead.

5 minutes ago

Mo Laowu and Xiutuo stood side by side under the World Tree to admire the fireworks, but at this moment, some disappointing screams were heard.

They looked over and saw the crowd on one side of the town suddenly rushing towards them.

The master and the apprentice looked at each other and realized what had happened.

However, at first, they thought it was just an ordinary stampede and that police officers would come to maintain order at the scene.

It was not until they heard gunshots and artillery fire, and heard those who escaped muttering "murderer" in their mouths, that the two really paid attention to the source of the commotion.

This is probably not a situation that ordinary police officers can handle.

They hurried over and met up with Nakulu who also noticed something was wrong.

The three of them quickly arrived near the battlefield.

The closer Mo Laowu and his disciples get, the more they can feel the "waves of energy" that spread due to the fight.

The "fluctuation of energy" was as intense as the heart beating wildly. Mo Laowu and the other two people all realized that this was a battle between masters with "psychic abilities", and it was a fierce battle.

They jumped onto the house and looked down, finally seeing what was happening on the battlefield.

People died everywhere, including residents, tourists, and police officers. They all died in tragic ways, and it looked like a hellish scene.

Germain was fighting a short man in thick clothes.

Not far away, there was a tall, strong, one-armed man who shot "thought bullets" from time to time, harassing Germain's movements.

Those two enemies looked fierce and powerful at first glance.

Mo Laowu, Nakulu and Xiutuo were secretly amazed. They did not expect that under their attack, Germain could not only defend his vital points, but also have room to fight back.

This is enough to prove that Germain's experience in fighting has improved a lot.

"With such strength, they want to kill Germain." Mo Laowu touched his broad chin, "I guess they are the rumored "Phantom Troupe". "

When Xiu Tuo heard this, he was even more surprised.

He looked at Feitan, who was wearing the "Unforgivable Sin", and felt that this man was extremely fast and frequently used killing moves.

If I meet this person head-on, I'm afraid I won't get any benefits.

Xiuto felt a little embarrassed when he thought that he had despised the "Phantom Troupe" before.

"Teacher!" Nakulu shouted in a rough voice, "Let's go and help Germain, we can't watch him being besieged by people from the "Phantom Troupe"! "

Mo Laowu waved his hand: "Wait."

"Teacher, what are you waiting for?"

Nakulu was a warm-hearted person, eager for justice and justice, and he could hardly contain his impatience to help Germain out of the siege.

"Look, you are in a hurry. Wait a minute and let me set up the most suitable battlefield first."

Mo Laowu slowly shook off the package on his shoulder, revealing a large pipe.

He took a deep breath, held the cigarette holder and blew out a large cloud of smoke.